"What is a Bloopy, Grandpa?" asked the little girl to whom this unnerving tale was told by her dissolute Grandfather amid his frequent visits to the drinks cabinet. The Bloopies were pink, they went about in herds and they automatically formed queues behind anyone they found standing still. They lacked all bones, especially spinal bones, and where they once had the power to decide, they had willingly allowed themselves to be reduced to flaccid matter by the ADMEN. A nightmare comedy about consumerism gone mad.